It always replied:

‘Royal Queen, so grand and tall,
You are the fairest of them all.’

Then she was quite happy, for she knew the mirror always spoke the truth.

But Snow White was growing prettier and prettier every day, and when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as she could be, and fairer even than the Queen herself. One day when the latter asked her mirror the usual question, it replied:

‘Royal Queen, you are grand and tall,
But Snow White is the fairest of you all.’

Then the Queen flew into the most awful passion, and turned every shade of green in her jealousy. From this hour she hated poor Snow White like poison, and every day her envy, hatred, and malice grew, for envy and jealousy are like evil weeds which spring up and choke the heart. At last she could endure Snow White’s presence no longer, and, calling a huntsman to her, she said:

‘Take the child out into the wood, and never let me see her face again. You must kill her, and bring me back her lungs and liver, that I may know for certain she is dead.’

The huntsman did as he was told and led Snow White out into the wood, but as he was in the act of drawing out his knife to slay her, she began to cry, and said:

‘Oh, dear huntsman, spare my life, and I will promise to fly forth into the wide wood and never to return home again.’

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